The strongest fairy king

Chapter 61
At this time, Wang Lao's car had left the antique market for more than 2000 meters. The driver was very familiar with this place. Under Wang Lao's instructions, he circled around in seven turns, while Wang Lao and the chubby boss turned their heads to observe from time to time. After a while, he was sure that there was no suspicious person following him, and then he was relieved.

Gududu!
It was already one o'clock at noon, and the chubby boss ate less in the morning, and his stomach made a strong protest.

Although the chubby boss didn't speak, Lin Yuyang knew how uncomfortable it is for an obese person to be hungry, so he said to Mr. Wang, "Mr. Wang, let's find a place and have some food first."

"That's okay, let's go to the front to eat." After Wang Lao said, the driver drove the car forward, and a few minutes later, he drove into a decent hotel.

Went in and found a private room to sit down, Lin Yuyang brought the menu, and directly ordered the three most expensive dishes, there were four people eating, one serving per person, but the sum of these few dishes exceeded 5000 yuan, and then He handed over the menu to Mr. Wang and Boss Xiaopang, because Lin Yuyang made tens of millions, so of course he would not be polite to treat guests to dinner, and he also ordered a lot of good dishes, plus drinks. 1 yuan.

After ordering and waiting for the food to be served, several people started chatting. Mr. Wang and the chubby boss were very envious. They couldn't believe that it was his first time to play stone gambling. They just heard from others that a certain person made a lot of money playing stone gambling once. 1000 million is shocking, not to mention that they saw it with their own eyes this time and participated in the whole process?
However, from meeting Lin Yuyang, explaining the origin and techniques of stone betting, watching his selection of stones, and some details of stone cutting, Mr. Wang judged that he is indeed a novice, and he made such a big profit in the first game, which can only show his incompetence. I was lucky enough to explode.

In fact, when they came to gamble on stones this time, all three of them made money. The difference is that they earned more and less. Wan, the sum of the two is not enough for Lin Yuyang, so of course they will feel envious.

However, neither Wang Lao nor Xiaopang is poor. Strictly speaking, Xiaopang is a well-to-do upper-class man, while Wang Lao is a rich man with a net worth of tens of millions. , I stopped mentioning the stone gambling thing, and started eating to comfort the Wu Zang Temple that had protested a long time ago.

The driver still had to drive in the afternoon, so it was not advisable to drink alcohol. He just ate. When they were chatting, he occasionally added a few words, most of them were listening silently.

Lin Yuyang was in a good mood, and he became interested in drinking. He and Wang Lao drank very happily. After a meal, the three of them drank two bottles of white wine. He was a little older and drank less, but his face was flushed from drinking. All in all, he was in a good mood.

After a short rest after dinner, Mr. Wang proposed to go back to Shangdu. Xiaopang had no objection, but because Lin Yuyang made money, if there were no accidents, he would not have to worry about consumption in the ordinary world for decades, and he would never gamble with stones again. Thoughts, he nodded in agreement.

After leaving the hotel, Lin Yuyang and others got into the car and returned to Shangdu.

I was speechless all the way, and arrived at the gate of the antique market where we gathered in the morning. The chubby boss went back to the store to catch up on sleep because he didn't sleep well last night, while Mr. Wang accompanied Lin Yuyang to a nearby bank to handle the check transfer procedures.

After it was done, Lin Yuyang became a newly promoted multi-millionaire. Mr. Wang congratulated him, exchanged phone numbers with him, and made an appointment to play stone gambling together when there was a chance in the future, and then they parted ways and left.

Lin Yuyang didn't take a car. With his current cultivation base, just ordinary walking is twice as fast as ordinary people, and he won't get tired if he walks a hundred miles in a row. It's just that the consumption of real yuan is relatively high, and the place where he lives is not far from here. It is less than ten miles away, and it only takes a few minutes to walk back.

When we arrived at the entrance of the alley, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. The setting sun was hanging in the west, shedding the last ray of light, which looked incompletely beautiful, and the residents in the alley had already started cooking, and the smell of dishes was also in the air .

Lin Yuyang entered the alley, looked up, and saw an electric car parked in front of the house, and a girl was standing beside her, chatting with Mrs. Wang who was watering the flowers, and that girl turned out to be He Xiaohua.

"Hi." He Xiaohua was talking to Mrs. Wang while paying attention to the entrance of the alley. When she saw Lin Yuyang, she immediately waved her hand to say hello, with a happy look on her face.

"Yuyang is back." Mrs. Wang helped the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and said with a smile, "This girl has been waiting for you for more than two hours."

"Grandma Wang." Lin Yuyang greeted Mrs. Wang, and when the old man went into the house to cook, he looked at He Xiaohua and asked, "Did you ask for my address from the flower shop?"

He Xiaohua originally thought that he would say why you came, and then she asked if you are welcome, but she didn't expect that it was not the question, she smiled, "Hey, keep it secret."

Seeing the happy expression on her pointed chin, Lin Yuyang smiled slightly, took out the key and opened the door, and said, "Come in." He likes bold girls like He Xiaohua, and he doesn't reject being friends with her. He came to the door, but he didn't pretend to be kicked out.

"Wow, why do you live in this kind of place? I'm really surprised." After He Xiaohua came in, he looked around, with a surprised look on his face, feeling a little unbelievable.

"I lived there before, and I plan to move soon." When Lin Yuyang was speaking, he turned on the tap water and began to wash his face.

"It smells like traditional Chinese medicine." He Xiaohua sniffed her nose, smelled the faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine, and asked, "Yuyang, is your family in the business of Chinese medicine?"

"Grandpa, when I was young, I was also learning along the way, but I didn't concentrate on studying it." These are some things that Lin Yuyang had when he was young, and they can all be found out, although strictly speaking, they were not done by himself. It's not a lie, but it's not a lie.

"If you have a thorough understanding of the Chinese medicine industry, you can make a lot of money." When talking, He Xiaohua thought of Zhang Jiaqiang, a well-known martial artist in Shanghai, who spent 20 yuan to buy Chinese medicine from Lin Yuyang. She saw it with her own eyes, and she was shocked at the time .

Although she was born in a famous family, she is the only heir, and her wealth is rich, but she was raised by the poor since she was a child, and everything was strictly required, including consumption, which was similar to that of a girl from an ordinary family. It has become a habit of thrift and thrift, and the annual expenditure is less than 3 yuan, which is not as good as Zhuo Qingqing's monthly consumption of about the same net worth. The means of transportation are all electric cars, which can be seen.

Lin Yuyang was not modest either, and said: "Yes, if I have learned a lot, it's not a problem to sell those secret pharmacies and pills and earn tens of millions or hundreds of millions."

"Wow, then I'm dating a future billionaire." He Xiaohua stuck out her tongue, looking surprised and excited.

"Dating?" Lin Yuyang was stunned for a moment. Is this considered dating?Just friends, right?
"Hey, that's what people understand about dating." He Xiaohua blushed a little, feeling a little 'shameless' and irrational, and argued: "I and other boys don't talk more than a hundred sentences throughout the year. , but with you for a few days, it will exceed this number, this is a very intimate thing for me, and it is also one of the expressions of the kind of emotion I understand. "

(End of this chapter)